Chapter: 566
He rushed to the front of the building in two or three steps, raised his hand and pushed the door, and walked in.
As soon as the door was closed, a huge shadow covered him, and there was a great threat under his hood.
Lu Ye raised the knife and slashed, with a clang sound, as if he had hit steel, sparks splashed everywhere, when he raised his eyes, he saw a broad figure standing in front of him, and a slap the size of a cattail leaf fan came down on him, and the slap fell The speed is not fast, but it is blown up by wind pressure, which shows the power of this palm.
The corners of Lu Ye's eyes twitched, and he just felt unlucky. The body repairs he met today were more abnormal than the last one. The woman named Qiaoyun before was nothing more than a fat body that couldn't be chopped off. The one in front of her was even more excessive. Well, Lu Ye's sharp knife just now didn't hit any steel, but cut on someone's chest, but it only left a white mark.
If Qiaoyun's defense was weakened by layer upon layer of his own fat, then the current one was hard resistance, and there was no reason to say it.
When the slap was slapped, Hu Po, who was crouching on Lu Ye's shoulder, groaned.
The slap suddenly stopped above Lu Ye's head, the wind pressure rolled up Lu Ye's hair, and the Panshan knife in Lu Ye's hand was also frozen in front of the opponent's eyes.
The tower-like man looked at Hu Po, then at Lu Ye, slapped him back, and scratched his head.
A spell suddenly struck from the side, and Lu Ye was about to dodge when the man standing in front of him slapped him down. The fireball the size of a washbasin was slapped away just like that, and Lu Ye didn't even feel the urgency of the other party. Mobilizing Qi, blood and spiritual power, that is to say, he did this entirely by relying on his own body.
This level of physical strength is simply appalling.
"Giant armor!" An angry voice sounded.
"I know." The tower-like man replied naively.
Lu Ye raised his eyes and looked aside, and saw a monk with a mustache over there.
The four eyes met, and the mustache said: "So it's you, I thought it was the people from Wanmo Ridge, I misunderstood, I'm sorry."
He said so in his mouth, but there was no apology on his face.
Lu Ye had a faint feeling that if the giant armor hadn't stopped suddenly just now, then the mustache Faxiu wouldn't care if he was from the Haotian League or the Wanmo Ridge, he would definitely kill him first.
Killing the monks of the same camp is also meritorious.
There is a faint smell of blood in the air, indicating that people have died here.
Glancing at the mustache lightly, Lu Ye put the knife back into its sheath.
Mustache greeted him with a smile: "This fellow Taoist, we are really destined to meet again here."
"Um."
Lu Ye responded lightly, looked left and right, found a corner, walked over, and sat down cross-legged.
The giant armor leaned over and looked at Hu Po worriedly, his eyes staring like lanterns.
Without him, the surviving Xianyuanwei are absorbing the power of Amber to restore themselves, which makes Amber look a bit sluggish and needs to be supplemented!
Lu Ye couldn't figure out why Jujia and Huber saw each other right. They were in the valley before, and it was obviously the first time they met, but this person and beast were very close.
Lu Ye didn't like that moustache Faxiu very much, but Jujia's simple and honest personality was hard to be bored.
He threw a few elixir into his mouth, slumped down, and fed a few more to Amber.
The exercises were switched, and there was a humming in the abdomen.
"This Xianyuan City is really dangerous." The mustache Faxiu walked to the door, and looked out through the crack of the door, "It's Xianyuanwei again, and it's fog again. I don't know how many people will die this time."
He turned around, looked at Lu Ye, and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist, have you encountered an enemy?" JrNovels.com
As soon as the door was closed, a huge shadow covered him, and there was a great threat under his hood.
Lu Ye raised the knife and slashed, with a clang sound, as if he had hit steel, sparks splashed everywhere, when he raised his eyes, he saw a broad figure standing in front of him, and a slap the size of a cattail leaf fan came down on him, and the slap fell The speed is not fast, but it is blown up by wind pressure, which shows the power of this palm.
The corners of Lu Ye's eyes twitched, and he just felt unlucky. The body repairs he met today were more abnormal than the last one. The woman named Qiaoyun before was nothing more than a fat body that couldn't be chopped off. The one in front of her was even more excessive. Well, Lu Ye's sharp knife just now didn't hit any steel, but cut on someone's chest, but it only left a white mark.
If Qiaoyun's defense was weakened by layer upon layer of his own fat, then the current one was hard resistance, and there was no reason to say it.
When the slap was slapped, Hu Po, who was crouching on Lu Ye's shoulder, groaned.
The slap suddenly stopped above Lu Ye's head, the wind pressure rolled up Lu Ye's hair, and the Panshan knife in Lu Ye's hand was also frozen in front of the opponent's eyes.
The tower-like man looked at Hu Po, then at Lu Ye, slapped him back, and scratched his head.
A spell suddenly struck from the side, and Lu Ye was about to dodge when the man standing in front of him slapped him down. The fireball the size of a washbasin was slapped away just like that, and Lu Ye didn't even feel the urgency of the other party. Mobilizing Qi, blood and spiritual power, that is to say, he did this entirely by relying on his own body.
This level of physical strength is simply appalling.
"Giant armor!" An angry voice sounded.
"I know." The tower-like man replied naively.
Lu Ye raised his eyes and looked aside, and saw a monk with a mustache over there.
The four eyes met, and the mustache said: "So it's you, I thought it was the people from Wanmo Ridge, I misunderstood, I'm sorry."
He said so in his mouth, but there was no apology on his face.
Lu Ye had a faint feeling that if the giant armor hadn't stopped suddenly just now, then the mustache Faxiu wouldn't care if he was from the Haotian League or the Wanmo Ridge, he would definitely kill him first.
Killing the monks of the same camp is also meritorious.
There is a faint smell of blood in the air, indicating that people have died here.
Glancing at the mustache lightly, Lu Ye put the knife back into its sheath.
Mustache greeted him with a smile: "This fellow Taoist, we are really destined to meet again here."
"Um."
Lu Ye responded lightly, looked left and right, found a corner, walked over, and sat down cross-legged.
The giant armor leaned over and looked at Hu Po worriedly, his eyes staring like lanterns.
Without him, the surviving Xianyuanwei are absorbing the power of Amber to restore themselves, which makes Amber look a bit sluggish and needs to be supplemented!
Lu Ye couldn't figure out why Jujia and Huber saw each other right. They were in the valley before, and it was obviously the first time they met, but this person and beast were very close.
Lu Ye didn't like that moustache Faxiu very much, but Jujia's simple and honest personality was hard to be bored.
He threw a few elixir into his mouth, slumped down, and fed a few more to Amber.
The exercises were switched, and there was a humming in the abdomen.
"This Xianyuan City is really dangerous." The mustache Faxiu walked to the door, and looked out through the crack of the door, "It's Xianyuanwei again, and it's fog again. I don't know how many people will die this time."
He turned around, looked at Lu Ye, and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist, have you encountered an enemy?" JrNovels.com
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